I feel just a teensy bit better today

[Thirties Child]

11. My son is a cashier at Kroger, helps people who have trouble with self check-out.

He's most worried about the people who won't give him six feet, get insulted when he asks them to move. His new roommate works at one of those places that clean up after a fire, a murder, or some such, and has access to lots of N95 masks. He's offered my son two masks. My sister found a pattern for N95 masks, is going to make him a couple of them.

I had to make a choice -- at age 85, do I want to quilt or write. I chose writing, gave my sister a huge amount of fabric, all of it top-of-the-line, which she will use in making masks.

My only hope is that some publisher will find novelty in an octogenerian novelist. My bad for taking 17 years to finish my novel. It's mostly been the novel I'm not writing. I figured it would be a succes if I finished it, now that I'm closing in on the ending, I'd love to see it published. I'm confident in the writing, need beta readers to tell me if the characters are true, if the story is true.